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After the battle,
Mr. Cyclone lay dead on the bed, his body shaped like an X.
With his heart racing, Mr. Cyclone needed to slow down his breath to calm his frenzied pulse.
Looking up at the ceiling, he saw the beautiful view of the blue sea - a sight that was expected in Sunset City, even in such a remote area. The blue sea was a hazy blur, and Mr. Cyclone thought it wasn't the painting itself that looked blurred, but rather his own consciousness, which had been blurry due to the depletion of his power.
This made Mr. Cyclone wonder whether he had become the kind of person the world refers to as a "slacker" for dying in bed. But he quickly dispelled that thought, knowing that he had fought bravely and with intelligence to get to where he was now. He searched his mind for an appropriate way to describe himself and remembered the term "wise man" he had heard among the jokes of his male friends in the past. The term once made him happy, and now, as Mr. Cyclone looked back at the battle in his mind, he realized that he had indeed transformed into a wise man.
"Hehehe~" Mr. Cyclone smiled weakly despite feeling exhausted. He remembered the enemy he had fought, with its beautiful purple hair and purple eyes that seemed to reach another world. It belonged to the Yalong ethnic group, and its drooping ears demonstrated its non-human presence. It had been locked up and gagged, unable to fight back, and gave Mr. Cyclone a pitying look. The fabric covering its mouth made the sound of Mr. Cyclone's breath the only sound in the room.
Judging from the enemy's gaze, it seemed to want to say something, but couldn't. After all, having gone through the fight, it should have submitted to him. Mr. Cyclone used the smallest amount of strength and reached out to push the fabric covering the enemy's mouth.
"Ah~" the enemy sighed.
Why did it sigh? At first, Mr. Cyclone didn't understand and only found out later when the enemy looked at him with a pitiful look and said, "With that ability, you thought you could conquer me, a dragon, in just five minutes?"
Speechless, even in wise man mode, Mr. Cyclone couldn't find an appropriate response. Refusing to give up, he decided to stand up, using the little energy he had left.
Six minutes later, Mr. Cyclone once again lay dead on the bed, shaped like an X. His heart raced, and he had to slow down his breath to calm himself down once more. The stronger he became, the heavier the burden he carried.
He entered the Wise Man's world again and felt completely exhausted. "Ha? Five minutes and twenty seconds? It seems like this is your way of showing romance~ Impressive, impressive~" He recognized the voice, even though he couldn't see who it belonged to. "Weakling~ Trash~"
This time, Mr. Cyclone faced a white world, completely different from the blue sky he saw before. It was a world without any impurities, but that only made him more aware of the mocking that surrounded him. He couldn't help but let out a low cry, unable to endure the ridicule any longer. He closed his eyes and concentrated on recovering as quickly as possible.After a while, Mr. Cyclone was finally able to stand up. He took a deep breath with great force. "Come on, let's fall! Today, I'll challenge my own limits!" With a roar, Mr. Cyclone and Little Dragon spent an unforgettable night together.
